Homer Limpy, maker of slingshots.

Homer was one of the many children of Agnes Limpy.  I made this photo in 1997.

Homer made them large and small, but he always used leather for the stone pocket, and he always used red inner tube rubbers that he tied with string or thread.  I don’t know how many of his slingshots I bought.

His slingshots were always in demand because of the packs of dogs in Lame Deer, a menace to everyone.

Tribal historian and scholar William Tallbull said that when he was animal control officer for the tribe he would catch dogs, put them in a box in the back of his pickup, then run a hose from his exhaust into the box so that by the time he reached the dump at the top of the hill the dogs had all been killed.

I was friends with the tribal sanitarian, a commissioned officer with the U.S. Public Health Service like me.  His name was Matt and I don’t remember his last name, but he helped spay and neuter the stray dogs each spring.  He said the dogs seldom had names or identities other than “brown dog” or “black dog.”